We are eternally grateful for BBC radio on the internet. We can't get BBC telly online (trust me, I've tried
everything) but radio on the iPlayer truly is our lifeline. Our current pick of the week is
I've Never Seen Star Wars, a show in which gently comedic celebrities admit to four things they've never done. They proceed to do those things on the radio and mark each experience out of ten.
There appears to be some clear editorial steer on what constitutes an appropriate experience. Firstly, as the title suggests, it must be something commonplace that you would expect the most averagely urbane of people to have done. Sarah Millican using chopsticks, Kathy Burke trying her hand at life drawing, Alan Davies going for a pedicure. That sort of thing. There have been a few more extreme examples too - Giles Coren trying veganism was a particular favourite of mine. And I have a vague recollection of Nigel Havers getting a tattoo a few years ago. I say vague because the more I think about it the less likely it seems. Perhaps it was a dream borne of fevered delirium.
We frequently muse on our personal INSSWs. It's quite tricky, because we reckon the second rule is to avoid greediness. I've never been upgraded on a plane, owned a Diane von Furstenburg dress or been to Paris - but those requests just wouldn't be cricket. Mind you, since we're on the subject, if anyone could actually arrange that simultaneous hat-trick I'd be jolly grateful.
Our third rule is, when push comes to shove, it's got to be something you're actually prepared to try. For example, I've never eaten
kway chap or a KFC, but I'd really rather keep it that way.
So here's my current list:
1. I've never been on a snowboard
I probably need to try this before my bones get too old, by all accounts it simply breaks your arse.
2. I've never had my eyebrows threaded
My Indian hairdresser tells me that she has
everything threaded, and that having your hairline shaped into the perfect widow's peak is more painful than kidney stones - the mind boggles.
3. I've never attended a birth...
...that I wasn't fundamentally involved in. I feel cheated that my husband trumps me on this one.
4. I've never cooked a duck
Because I mean, seriously, who has?
This month,
Dom's Random Recipe was to be selected by a fellow blogger and, by chance, it offered the opportunity for me to tick one item off my list. No prizes for guessing which one.
Dom paired me with the lovely
Sharky Oven Gloves in Edinburgh, who randomly selected my tatty old retrolicious copy of Jamie Oliver's Naked Chef, and directed me to page 124, which was
The most perfect steamed & roasted duck with honey & oyster sauce. Well, talk about culturally appropriate! I figured that it would be easy as pie to find a fresh whole duck round these parts...
Wrong again! After a couple of weeks of urban hunting, I eventually tracked down a place where I could order the elusive fowl. Since our self-imposed
marrow bone random recipe challenge a couple of weeks ago, butcheries no longer intimidate me the way they once did. Unruffled, I ordered online before swanning over to the
ritziest butchery I've ever seen in my life to pick up the bird, confidently masking the fact that I knew hee-haw about the massive lump of lardy quacker with my name on it.
I've learned my lesson from previous poultry purchases in Singapore: you get
every bit of the bird, and rightly so I suppose. But I'm a rank amateur where heads and feet are concerned, far less flippers and bills, so I asked that fancy shmancy butcher to make sure this duck came ready to roast. And it was. But just in case I changed my mind, they included all the extras in a wee (transparent) baggie and the body still had a generous length of neck attached. This random recipe project is a challenge in more ways than one.
The next problem was that our duck weighed three times as much as the genteel little Barbarys that J to the O recommended. So our cooking times were a bit of a guess. For two <1kg birds, Jamie steams them for an hour and then roasts for 40 minutes. For our single 2.7kg bird, we steamed for an hour and then roasted for an hour, turning and basting with honey and oyster sauce every 10 minutes. That seemed about right but it really is a bit of a faff.
So here's the result. Served this evening shredded, with carrot and cucumber, on wholemeal wraps with plum sauce and the mandatory Tiger beer. We feel like geniuses.
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| steamed and painted (with 2:1 parts oyster sauce:honey), pre-roasting |
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| ready for some shredding! |
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| the skin was very lovely (though could've used another 10 minutes in parts) |
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| something very satisfying about 'build-your-own' meals |
While I was wondering what to do with all the fat (and enough leftovers to feed a garrison) this popped up on a Google search:
Nigel Slater's pumpkin and potatoes with duck fat and garlic. Mind you, I'm rather done with the complicated stuff for one week, so perhaps that can wait awhile. I'm going to be hard pressed to resist simply chucking some leftover duck into a bowl of noodle soup with beansprouts and greens for tomorrow night's tea.
Be sure to check in with my RR partner,
Sharky Oven Gloves, and see which recipe I randomly chose for her (book number 2, page 42)!
